Nick stretched and yawned, rolling his head to the side as he looked for Todd. His arm rested in the dip where Todd had been—and not long ago, since Todd’s side of the bed was still warm. Something smelled good. He could hear Todd moving about the kitchen, humming. A slow smile spread over Nick’s face. He loved Todd’s voice, especially when he hummed. It was deep and husky, warm and strong, all at once.
After slipping from bed, Nick pulled on a pair of soft woven pants and padded silently into the kitchen. He slipped his arms around Todd’s waist and squeezed, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, just under his hairline. Resting his chin on Todd’s shoulder, Nick peered into the frying pan on the stove. “Don’t break the yolks. You always break them.”
Todd chuckled, the sound vibrating
